I don’t write in a journal everyday, but I have accumulated many entries over the past 50+ years beginning in 1966. Some items evolved into longer works. Among the leftovers little pieces survived. I thought a collection of these with a piece culled from the same date in a past year would make an interesting yearbook. The consistencies and inconsistencies of mind, skipping back and forth across time, provide varied perspectives. It is difficult to remember the context of the past we’ve lived; we also make suppositions about times that predate ourselves.

The few alterations from original drafts were to improve clarity. The worst of my work is not included. There remains enough mediocrity and immaturity to make me feel humble and you feel smart. There are also moments of accidental insight and incidental humor.

Author Stephen Crane referred to his little pieces as pills…apparently they were small and somewhat hard to swallow, but good for you.


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Thursday, September 9, 2021

the king

 

from this week in September, 2007  (I was 62)

 

 

         the king

It wasn’t like keys to the kingdom

It wasn’t owning Disneyland

more like a lifetime pass to one of the lands

admittance to a generational denomination

in the vast league of the arts

finding a representational voice of self

before the self had found its voice

finding a groove in the surface of time

that spiraled toward a positive future

and the first signpost on the vinyl road said

“Don’t be cruel to a heart that’s true”

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